When I went to visit my sister in England, she invited my husband and I to come along with her to a semi-formal dinner at her college. The planned menu was some sort of chicken dish, and she assured us that these meals were usually really delicious and reasonably priced (which in England is a rarity). Well, about halfway through serving, the kitchen realizes they are running out of chicken, so they slapped together something at the last minute for the last of us to be served. This dish comes to the table filled with what looked like spaghetti sauce and these grayish black, rubbery things in the sauce. I asked the server what it was, and she said "cuttlefish". Well, I had to be brave and try it, but I could NOT gag down these pieces of "fish" - they tasted like old sea water and had the consistency of rubber tires. Turns out "cuttlefish" is their quaint term for SQUID. I am not a huge seafood lover in the first place, I'm a fairly picky eater,
so I went hungry that night - I was looking around the table to see if anybody had a dinner roll they didn't finish

I almost never find myself in weird food situations, because I am so picky and paranoid about food! I'm one of those who always has a contingency plan of backup food